2. As the cliche of intransitivity goes, 24 last night did not disappoint. Jack Bauer still manages to have the worst job in the whole world (he saves the world, and five minutes later somebody's made a big mess of it again!) and to be the worst co-worker in the world, given that being his partner puts you on Star Trek red-shirt disability insurance.

Pile O' Coathangers continued her run as the worst TV love interest since J. Fred Muggs. Terribly disappointing to have Buchanan tell Anger-Management Tony (not to be confused with Anger-Management Chris on The Apprentice) that be hadn't boffed Boss Michelle. Cowboy up, dude! Not enough Chloe and Edgar to satisfy a week's worth of Chloe and Edgar jones. And the slithery terrorist sidewinds away yet again, which I would do, too, if I'd actually shot somebody instead of using this season's Weapon O' Choice, the knife (see last week's episode) as so unattractively laid out in the most recent Deadwood episode. Ah well, the vice president is about to present himself as the Boss from Hell. It's all about the workplace, as I've said for weeks.